I mean, why not just go for a walk? I don't mind working out and I will gladly watch women in tights on treadmills for days on end. But getting on one...myself I consider a form of severe torture that should no doubt be banned under the Geneva Convention.As I continued on my walk to nowhere for what seemed like days, I thought about the lengths I was willing to go through in my attempt to get laid. Aerobic exercise? Jeez...with any luck I'll be getting plenty of aerobic exercise tonight and it. “She sat with her breasts exposed to your eyes?”“Yes, and I abandoned my attempts at pretending not to watch. I stared openly, right in front of Jony. We didn’t get much done on the study. I watched her little boy drain whichever breast she offered him first. It was fascinating to look at the breast he was not feeding from. It swelled and the nipple became red and swollen too. I could see droplets of milk form on the little bumps of her large areolas. A large drop would usually form at the tip. They stir, I ask my husband if I can have Ben alone before we send him on his way. No problem. Ben and I had the most passionate private sex that morning. With my calves locked around him, and him fully inside me taking away my breath, I whispered "It's my fertile week, give me your baby." He paused "After last night, you're likely already are." The passion and deepness of his kiss told me he was elated at the idea. All missionary, all kissing and loving. Pure breeding passion. We had a very. You didn’t ask, I gave it to you and you called.”“Why wouldn’t I call? A beautiful woman spends an evening with a geeky stranger and then asks for more. I would be totally stupid not to see if we could be compatible.” Then I asked “Would you go with me to a play this coming Saturday.She agreed, and that started our dating. We dated exclusively through all of the rest of 1972, and I asked her to marry me on Valentine’s Day of 1973. We were married on June 1, 1974. We did most of the newlywed.